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CONTENTS 

The  Crazy  Creek  Uprising — 1909 Page  Nine 

A  Texas  Wind  Storm Page  Ten 

Mexico — Take  Warning ! Page  Eleven 

The  Sergeant's  Sweetheart:  a  True  Tale 

Page  Twelve 

Ciudad  Juarez Page  Fifteen 

The  National  Hymn  of  Mexico,  a  Translation 

Page  Sixteen 

The  Golden  Horn — a  Memory Page  Eighteen 

The  Hostess  House Page  Nineteen 

St.  Louis  University  Fleur-de-Lis  Song — Page  Twenty 
Delta  Sigma  Theta  Banquet  Song. .  .Page  Twenty-one 

For  a  Chapter  Memory  Book Page  Twenty- two 

Be  Industrious Page  Twenty-three 

Lines  in  Despondency Page  Twenty-four 

Death Page  Twenty-five 

Lines  on  My  Microscope Page  Twenty-six 

Pleximetry Page  Twenty-seven 

To  the  Girl  of  My  Dreams Page  Twenty-eight 


Seven 


THE  CRAZY  SNAKE  UPRISING— 1909 

Out  in  the  burr  land,  intrenched  in  the  sand, 
Raided  the  Crazy  Creeks— old  Crazy  Snake's  band, 

Indians  dangerous  and  wild; 
Believing  the  Council  and  Black  Drink  had  lied, 
They  were  unruly  through  error  and  pride, 

Indians  reckless  and  riled; 
They  defied  quelling  with  rifle  or  talk 
And  at  inducements  surely  would  balk, 

Indians  wrongly  beguiled. 
Hence  the  intrepid  Maskokes  assembled  in  groups 
Raising  a  racket  with  rifles  and  bloodiest  whoops. 
Waiting  'till  medicine  sorcers  bewitched  them  to  kill, 
While  in  a  dance  to  arouse  a  big  warrior  skill. 
After  the  medicine  dance  and  carousal  were  done 
Black  Drink  assembled  his  braves  for  the  fun 
Bent  in  attacking  the  band  of  rebellious  Creeks. 
So  the  bewitched  and  determined  set  out  on  the  trail 
Leading  to  ambush  and  deadly  lead  hail. 
Thus  the  detachments  kept  stealthily  on, 
Crawling  thru  gullies  in  darkness  of  dawn, 
Following  scout smen  engaged  in  the  work 
Of  finding  the  places  where  Crazy  Creeks  lurk. 
When  the  attackers  discovered  old  Crazy  Snake's  place 
They  quickly  surrounded  the  bramblely  space. 
While  the  revolvers  and  rifles  were  barking  out  lead 
Bravely  the  Maskokes  kept  forging  ahead 
And  captured  all  Crazy  Snakes — living  or  dead. 

Camp  Pike,  Arkansas, 
July,  1918. 

Nine 


A  TEXAS  WIND  STOEM 

Have  Tou  ever  met  a  Texas  storm 
When  it  quickly  starts  to  perform 
A  sort  of  diabolical  reform? 
"Well,  then,  stranger,  listen  well 
And  I  will  very  briefly  tell 
How  a  Texas  wind  storm  whips 

Instanter  loose  from 

Well,  it  comes  across  ten  townships 

In  lesser  time  than  I  can  cuss, 

And  it  rips  and  rips  and  rips 

'Til  everything  is  clean  a  muss 

And  you've  breathed  a  peck  of  the  ranche's  crust. 

For  twenty  minutes  your  baleing  dust 

From  throat  and  eyes — and  lots  mo'  wuss 

'Tis  to  know  your  shakedown's  going  bust, 

While  you're  buried  under  the  sandy  gust. 

And  you  axe  me  what  to  do 

When  the  'tarnal  wind  is  through? 

Well  fust  dig  out  yourself  and  boss, 

Then  ride  around  a  mile  or  two, 

Mebby  you'll  find  some  things  you've  los'. 

Camp  Stewart,  Texas, 
November,  1916. 


Ten 


MEXICO— TAKE  WAENING! 

Yoii  are  bloody,  yon  are  cruel, 

Cruel,  bloody  Mexico! 
On  your  towns  the  bandits  ply, 
In  tlieir  streets  the  widows  cry; 
All  your  honesty's  a  lie — 

0  Mexico. 

You  are  sensual,  you  are  rotten, 

Rotten,  sensual  Mexico ! 
You  will  level  all  to  dust. 
And  your  grafting  leaders  must 
Die  in  sordedness  and  lust — 
0  Mexico. 

You  are  crumbled,  you  are  humbled. 
Humbled,  crumbled  Mexico! 

YouTdictators'  laws  and  lies 

Vanish  when  the  peons  rise ; 

For  Justice  lives  but  Falsehood  dies— 
O  Mexico. 

You  are  ignorant  and  hauty, 

Hauty,  ignorant  Mexico, 
On  you  a  nation's  will  is  set, 
And  their  arms  will  fell  you  yet— 
For  atrocities  it  can't  forget. 
Righteousness  permits  no  tyrant's  hall, 
Indignation  leaves  no  gibbet  wall. 
For  they  correct  and  conquor  all — 
0  Mexico. 

El  Paso,  Texas, 

July,  1916. 


Eleven 


THE  SERGEANT'S  SWEETHEART 

A  True  Tale — Mexican  Border  Concentration,  1916 

First  I'll  write  of  regiments  well  manned, 

Troops  of  thirty  thriving  states, 
And  how  they  spread  on  stretch  of  somber  sand 

At  a  troubled  nation's  gates, 
All  along  the  winding  Rio  Grande, 
Made  a  mighty  military  hand, 

Stretched  to  save  degenerates. 

These  men  from  mart  and  meadow  mustered,  glad 

Servants  of  a  nation's  need; 
And  readily  responding,  every  lad 

Sprung  to  follow  captain's  lead, 
Thus  honoring  the  parents  made  sad 
When  their  boys  departed  to  curb  the  mad 

Chiefs'  and  bandits'  guileful  greed. 

Quartered  on  a  common  camping  ground, 

And  fellowed  by  a  soldier's  day. 
Countless  kinds  of  Clay  and  Class  were  found. 

Leavened  to  a  ranked  array: 
Sacrificing  merchants,  doctors,  bound 
With  the  careless,  constant-pleasure  hound. 

And  many  loosing  higher  pay. 

During  the  morning's  hot  and  dragging  hours, 
Trod  the  troops  on  trackless  plains 

Strewn  with  shrub,  mesquite  and  cactus  flowers, 
All  thirsting  for  torrential  rains— 

From  the  fast  collecting  cloud  that  lowers 

Off  the  mountain  ridge  that  steeply  towers 
Into  heaven's  lambent  lanes. 
Twelve 


In  the  long  and  languid,  listless  nights, 
Gathered  groups  of  goodly  friends. 

Holding  meeting  under  starry  lights, 
Listening  to  a  tale  that  ends 

Merrily  in  rousing  drinking  rites. 

Or  reveals  the  labor,  love  and  sights 
To  which  inclination  bends. 

Songs  and  showy  stories  alternate 
AVith  accounts  of  home  and  heart, 

Or  a  nature-lover  would  relate 
Why  the  lizards  lighthly  dart, 

(For  a  fly  or  from  a  foe),  or  wait 

Motionlessly  basking  out  their  fate. 
In  a  rocky,  arid  part. 

One  of  the  stories  told  about  a  maid 
Whom  a  sergeant  loved  in  years  agone 

And  how  he  hid  his  hopes  and  heart,  and  paid 
For  all  her  whims,  as  tho'  a  pawn; 

Then  a  better  situation  made 

Him  rich,  but  too  late  to  give  him  aid 
For  the  fickle  girl  was  gone. 

This  narration  led  a  lonely  lad 

To  describe  a  Gift  of  Chance, 
Which  in  recent  hours  had  made  him  glad 

Through  a  sunny,  fetching  glance. 
She  was  charming,  chaste  and  cause  of  mad 
Love  and  hope  in  hearts  however  sad: 

Verily  she  did  entrance. 


Thirteen 


Such  account  attracted  all  intent 
And  sent  two  soldiers  soon  to  see 
The  enchantress  who  had  lent 

Godliness  to  gayety. 
First  she  would  not  meet  them,  but  unbent, 
When  she  learned  that  both  were  recent 

Friends  of  full  integrity. 

AVhat?    The  sergeant  was  the  welcome  guest! 

For  he  found  his  former  friend 
In  this  girl,  who  gave,  we're  told,  the  best 

Granted  greeting  that  could  mend 
Former  sadness  in  a  lover,  blessed 
Again  with  hopes  which  he  now  confessed — 

Hence  by  now  she  has  his  socks  to  mend. 

Camp  Stewart,  Texas, 
August,  1916. 


Fourteen 


CIUDAD  JUAREZ 

(Cuiclad  del  Paso  del  Norte) 
Near  where  a  rolling  range  of  mountains  give 

The  shallow  Eio  Grande  a  pass, 
There  lies  a  village  where  the  people  live 

By  Mexico's  dry  Northern  pass. 

Its  people  come  from  ancient  Spanish  stock 

"With  mixture  of  the  Indian  race, 
And  all  their  movements,  thoughts  and  petty  trade 

Are  made  in  slow  and  fickle  pace. 

The  village  whitens  under  cloudless  sk^^ 

A  flat  and  plain  adobe  mass ; 
It  huddles  on  an  arid  mesa  hy 

A  clump  of  trees  and  prairie  grass. 

Its  only  beauty  is  at  purple  dawn, 

Or  evenings  red  and  gliding  close- 
Then  it  seems  to  be  by  magic  drawn, 
A  mountain  valley's  only  rose. 

Fort  Bliss,  Texas, 
December,  1916. 


Fifteen 


THE  NATIONAL  HYMN  OF  MEXICO 
A  Translation 

Mexicans  at  the  loud  cry  of  war, 

Your  swords  and  your  steeds  assemble, 

For  the  earth  to  its  center  shall  tremble 
At  the  sonorous  roar  of  the  canon. 

And  the  earth  to  its  center  shall  tremble. 
At  the  sonorous  roar  of  the  canon. 

Raise,  0  Fatherland,  thy  olive  bough  temples: 

The  devine  archangies  of  peace; 
For  in  the  heavens  thy  eternal  lease 

By  the  finger  of  God  is  written. 
That  in  the  heavens  thy  destiny's  lease 

By  the  finger  of  God  is  written. 

But  if  boldly  a  hostile  stranger. 

Profanes  with  his  heel  thy  fair  lee; 

Think,  0  Fatherland,  how  heaven  will  give  thee 
A  soldier  in  each  of  thy  sons, 
A  soldier  in  each  of  thy  sons. 

El  Paso,  Texas, 
October,  1916. 


Sixteen 


HIMNO  NACIONAL  DE  MEXICO 

Mexicanos  al  grito  de  guerra,  ^ 
El  acero  aprestad  y  el  bridon, 

Y  retiemble  en  sus  centros  la  tierra 
Al  sonoro  rugir  del  canon. 

Y  retiemble  en  sus  centros  la  tierra 
Al  sonoro  rugir  del  canon. 

Cina,  oh  patria,  tus  sienes  de  oliva, 
De  la  paz  el  archangel  divino 

Que  en  el  cielo  tu  eterno  destino^ 
Por  el  dedo  de  Dios  es  escribio 

Que  en  el  cielo  tu  eterno  destino  ^ 
Por  el  dedo  de  Dios  es  escribio. 

Mas  si  osare  un  estrano  enemigo 
Profanar  con  su  planta  tu  suelo, 

Piensa,  oh  patria,  querida  que  el  cielo 
Un  soldado  en  cada  hi  jo  te  dio, 
Un  soldado  en  cada  hijo  te  dio. 


Seventeen 


THE  GOLDEN  HORN— A  MEMORY 

My  mind  tonight  is  far  afliglit 

Musing  on  a  gorgeous  sight; 

It  is  of  Frisco's  hay  and  gilded  Horn 

On  a  sierran  summer  morn, 

AVhen  nature  painted  hills  and  sea 

And  gave  America  a  Cashmeran  lea. 

Once  I  saw  Palermo's  lovely  color  plays, 

And  watched  the  hoary  Alpine  peaks  in  all  their  glory; 

I've  sailed  Vesuvian  and  Dalmatian  bays. 

And  had  the  Brunnig  valley  spread  before  me. 

But  among  enchanting  vistas  I  have  seen, 

I  repine  the  one  of  Frisco's  elfin  scene. 

Camp  Pike,  Ark., 
July,  1918. 


Bight  €  en 


THE  HOSTESS  HOUSE 

Hid  in  a  cool  spot,  shady  and  green  plot 

Close  to  the  barrack  array, 
Lays  the  attractive,  home-like  and  massive 
Bungalow  where  women  folk  live — 

Charming,  snug  Hostess  House. 


Giving  a  kind  womanly  home  touch 

Dear  to  the  hearts  of  the  boys ;  and 
Gladly  befriending  the  ladies  and  mothers 
Who  are  out  visiting  husbands  and  brothers- 
Cozv,  brio'ht  Hostess  House. 


Camp  Pike,  Ark., 
August,  1918. 


Nineteen 


SAINT  LOUIS  UNIVERSITY  FLEUR-DE-LIS 

SONG 

The  fleur-de-lis'  royal  blue, 

Has  long  years  stood  for  power 
And  grace  and  love  and  culture, 

Rare  blessings  in  a  shower. 
And  beneath  the  glorious  splendor 

The  blue  and  white  doth  shed 
She  is  still  a  challenger 

To  those  whom  she  hath  led. 
So  through  long  years  of  college 

With  help  at  every  turn 
Comes  the  charm  of  erudition 

For  which  we  warmly  yearn, 
That  we  may  win  life's  victories 

And  earn  through  our  own  U. 
The  choicest  blessings  of  this  life 

To  deck  the  white  and  blue. 
That  we  may  win  life's  victories 

And  earn  through  our  own  L^. 
The  choicest  blessings  of  this  life 

To  deck  the  white  and  blue. 

Chorus 
As  trials  of  life  o'erwhelm  us. 

Turning  fast  our  hair  to  white, 
And  cherished  hopes  deceive  us 

In  Fortune's  beguiling  plight. 
We'll  forget  our  cares  and  sadness 

And  let  memory  wander  free 
To  recall  these  days  of  gladness 

Crowned  by  the  fleur-de-lis. 
To  recall  these  days  of  gladness 

Crowned  by  the  fleur-de-lis. 
St.  Louis,  Mo.,  July,  1911, 

Tioerdy 


DELTA  SIGMA  THETA  BANQUET  SONG  \ 

! 
Come  along,  and  sing  a  song  | 

Of  liappy  days  of  yore  j 

When  we  all  were  college  chums 

In  search  of  classic  lore. 
Gather  ^round  and  linger  'round  | 

A  good  fraternal  feast, 
Swap  some  tales  of  college  pranks,  \ 

A  score  or  more,  at  least. 

I 
Tell  again,  and  sing  again,  , 

Of  care-free  days  now  gone, 
Of  happy  hours  together  spent  ; 

On  campus,  field  or  lawn. 
Joke  about  and  laugh  about  ; 

Funny  stunts  and  stags,  j 

Eelating  all  the  curious  deeds  i 

Of  chapter  wits  and  wags.  ; 

i 
I 

Chorus  ; 

So  then  we  '11  drink,  boys !   drink !  , 

To  friendship  that  will  last;  | 

Happy  whene'er  we  think  ^                      j 

Of  our  brothers  of  the  past. 

And  now  we'll  drink,  boys!    drink!  1 

To  comrades  that  are  here,  ! 

And  sing  the  songs  that  make  us  think 
Of  past  events  so  dear. 

St.  Louis,  Mo., 
September,  1911. 

Twenty-one  ' 


FOE  A  CHAPTER  MEMORY  BOOK 

I'll  burden  not  these  tell-tale  pages 
With  records  of  the  weary  strife, 

For  discomforts  are  soon  forgotten 
If  not  recalled  to  life. 

Then  let  this  book  record  the  days 

^Ye  spent  in  merriment, 
And  may  it  neT  recall  the  days 

Of  willful  devilment. 

For  this  life  is  what  we  make  it — 
A  day  of  pleasant  thought 

Or  a  life  of  endless  misery 
AYith  sad  memories  frous^ht. 


St.  Louis,  Mo., 
December,  1909. 


Twenty-two 


BE  INDUSTRIOUS 

Life's  troubled  hours  are  passing  fast, 

The  days  soon  slip  away, 
And  man's  strong  arm  must  rest  at  last 

So  let  it  toil  today. 

Then  let's  improve  our  time  today. 

In  every  goodly  way, 
For  which  of  us  can  hope  to  say 

Our  work  will  not  repay. 

If  you  respect  the  weak,  and  pray, 

And  labor  hard  each  day. 
Your  future  course  will  surely  lay 

Along  a  happy,  honored  way. 

El  Paso,  Texas, 
November,  1916. 


Twentyt-three 


LINES  IN  DESPONDENCY 

When  tlie  reverses  of  failure  are  casting  a  toll 
On  the  convictions  and  strength  of  your  soul, 
Let  not  ambition  be  blighted  away 
Or  the  intention  to  strive  for  that  day 
Crowned  by  the  tasks  of  the  larger  and  nobler  roll 
That  is  awarded  a  man  in  the  fray. 

For  it  is  proven  that  manliness  lays  in  a  mind 
That  is  atuned  to  a  purpose  and  keeps  at  the  grind; 
Laughing  at  troubles  and  striving  to  serve 
Wins  approbations  for  those  who  preserve 
Stoutness  of  heart  and  a  strong  inclination  to  find 
Pleasure  in  toiling  to  strengthen  their  nerve. 

Camp  Dodge,  Iowa, 
June,  1918. 


Twenty-four 


DEATH 

Hope  sinks  into  silence — the  story  is  told — 

The  features  are  darkened,  the  heart's  blood  is  cold. 

A  life  is  completed  and  closed  like  the  day. 

And  God  who  gave  it,  hath  taken  it  away. 

Pale  grows  the  visage,  and  snuffed  is  life's  fire, 

Grief  fades  into  silence  as  loved  ones  retire. 

Darker  and  darker  the  sad  shadows  fall. 

As  death's  deep  sorrow  lays  claim  over  all. 

Mournfully,  solemnly  sounding  its  dole. 

The  funeral  hell  is  beginning  to  toll. 

St.  Louis,  Mo., 
January,  1910. 


Twenty-five 


LINES  ON  MY  MICROSCOPE 

See  that  tube  of  burnislied  brass 
With  its  doors  of  crystal  glass! 
Making  an  Aladin  pass 

To  dominions  microscopic. 

It  reveals  at  my  command 
Structures  of  an  unknown  land, 
Giving  to  a  mortal's  hand 

Franchise  in  a  world  exotic. 

Its  eye  for  deepest  mystery, 

And  teachings  free  from  sophistry, 

Reveal  the  race's  history. 

To  delight  the  philosophic. 

Offspring  of  ingenious  mind. 
Lifter  of  a  pristine  blind, 
Ever  ready  like  its  kind. 

Yielding  services  dioptric. 

This  device  with  form  and  virtues  fair, 
Faithful  searcher  of  life's  hidden  lair. 
Claims  tribute  of  praises  rare, 
Instrument  so  scientific! 


Boston,  Mass., 
June,  1911. 


Twenty-six 


PLEXIMETRY 

Hear  the  tapping,  tapping  on  a  flattened  chest, 
And  the  rapping,  rapping  on  a  wasted  breast; 
How  the  striking  over  pulmonary  zones 
And  the  notes  and  pitch  in  dull  and  shortened  tones 
Gives  a  fateful  revelation  of  pulmonary  excavation 
When  the  tuneless  resonation  wells. 

With  the  falling,  falling  of  an  agile  finger 
Comes  the  knowledge  why  the  cough  and  weakness 
linger, 
For  the  patient  ^s  consummation  is  a  fatal  infesta- 
tion. 

Of  which  the  slow  examination  tells. 
Thus  by  deft  and  clever  tapping 
We  come  to  learn  of  what  is  sapping 

Strength  and  tissue  fast  away. 

Philadelphia  General  Hospital, 
June,  1916. 


Ttoenty-seven 


TO  THE  GIRL  OF  MY  DREAMS 

With  joy  your  virtues  I  exalt, 

Though  unaware  what  they  may  be, 

And  then  each  charming  little  fault. 
You  may-hap  have,  is  dear  to  me. 

Sweetheart,  I  sure  would  praise 
Your  lovely  eyes,  if  I  but  knew. 

From  meeting  once  their  tolerant  gaze, 
What  color  forms  their  glorious  hue. 

And  some  mention  of  your  hair 

I'd  like  to  make — its  braid  and  curl — 

But  then,  though  you're  my  sweetheart  fair, 
Alas!   you're  still  the  unmet  girl! 

I  wildly  yearn  to  tell  you  how 
I  love  the  very  thought  of  you, 

For  that  is  all  I  can  love  now — 
Until  you  come  within  my  view. 

February,  1910. 


Twenty-eight 


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